Iggy is very used to paying attention to people's facial expressions and body language. It's been a major part of his life for as long as he can remember, with the problem laying not in identifying emotions but in determining the reason for them. He can see how happy Teddy is, so Iggy smiles right back even though he's puzzled as to why they seem so pleased.

"A surprise every time? That's cool, it's like... vibe based. Oh, I love that. You're strutting around like, 'fuck yeah, I'm totally big dick energy today, call me Miss Jackson if you're nasty,' But then maybe in the evening it's soft bitch hours so you're a he..."

Iggy clasps his hands together a moment, beaming. "I'll just say what I think the vibe is right then! And if I'm off you can just be like, 'nuh uh.' That's so cool."

He leans down just a little bit. "You're not weird, okay? Not to me, anyway. Gender is so fake, don't even worry about it." He gasps as something occurs to him.

"Ohmygosh. This is like, medieval peasant town, right? I wonder if they ever wear like, tits-tastic Maid Marianne gowns?" Iggy has no idea if that's historically accurate - he's thinking of movies, not anything he saw in a book. "I will absolutely suck a dick for one of those."